All language subtitles for The Virginian S07E19 - The Ordeal

Can you tell me how to get to
a place called Shiloh Ranch?

Just take the road west.
You'll come to it.

Yeah, uh, is there anyplace in
this town that I can rent a rig?

The livery stable, right
over there. Thanks.

I can make you a special rate
by the week.

Thanks, but I never
plan that far ahead.

If you're not gonna have
it back by 6:00 tonight,

you'll have to leave
a five-dollar deposit.

That seems reasonable enough.

And take it easy with her. She's a good
mare, but she's got a few years on her.

Don't worry. I'm in no hurry.

Hah.

Uh, whiskey, please.

Oop.

That's for the bottle.

I've got a long,
thirsty ride ahead of me.

Howdy.

Get everything in town? Yep,
plus this from Mr. Grainger.

Giddap.

Well, anything interesting,
like maybe a raise for me?

Nope, but we're gonna have a
new hand workin' for us. Oh?

Mr. Grainger was hoping he'd get
back here before the new man arrived,

but he and Mrs. Grainger have got to stay
over in Denver longer than they expected.

You mean he went to all
that trouble just to tell you...

he's not gonna be around
while you take on a new hand?

It's not just any new hand.

This is the son
of an old friend of his.

You don't look
too happy about it.

Well, it seems this fella's
father is a big tycoon back East.

Apparently, he can't handle his son, and
he wants Grainger to straighten him out.

Oh, fine, just fine.
That's all we need.

Clay Grainger's
Home for Wayward Sons.

Wants him treated just like any other hand.
No special favors.

Yeah, well, you know that,
and I know that.

Does what's-his-name know that?
His name's Austin. Scott Austin.

Oh, Scott Austin. Well.

Does rich Mr. Austin
know that he's comin' all

the way out here just
to be one of the hands?

Guess we'll find out
pretty soon.

Whoa-oh.

Who is that? I don't know.

Oh, pardon me, sir.

This is the Shiloh ranch,
isn't it? That's right.

Well, I'm, uh, Scott Austin.

So I figured.

I see my fame has preceded me.

Well, if you could tell me where I
could find my host, Mr. Grainger...

I understood
he was to be your employer.

Well, put it any way you like. The
point is... He's been delayed in Denver.

I'm his foreman.
I'll get you squared away.

Well, that's very kind of you, sir.
I don't wanna inconvenience you.

You won't.

Well, i-it's very nice to...

It's awfully nice to meet you,
Mr., uh... Mr., um...

Whoa.

Yes, sir,
just like any other hand.

Welcome to Shiloh, partner.

Up you go. On your feet.

Feelin' better?

Oh, I guess I bit off a little
bit more than I could chew.

I'd say you bit off a little more
than you could drink. Good point.

Now this is Trampas,
our top hand. Scott Austin.

Howdy. Pleased to meet you.

- That your rig?
- Yeah, I rented it in town.

Well, I'll have one of the hands
return it when they go into town later.

Oh, that's all right.
I'll take it back tomorrow.

You'll be out
on the range tomorrow.

I forgot. I'm, uh, just
a hired hand now, huh?

Well, if your head's clear,
you might as well get settled.

Come on. I'll show you
where to put your gear.

Did Mr. Grainger tell you why he
was taking me on for the summer?

I understand he and your father
are good friends.

Then you know it's not because
of my competence as a cowhand.

Ah, you'll learn.

Oh, are you gonna be
my private tutor?

My job is to run this ranch.

You can wipe your own nose.

Any more questions?

Yeah.

Who's that?

That's Elizabeth Grainger,
Clay Grainger's niece.

Well, this may not be
such a dull summer after all.

Lead on, friend.

Oh, boy. Best time of the day!

This way, friend.

All right, stop.
You're pushing. Come on!

Why you gotta get
in my way? Whoo!

I don't think you'll need
to wash up. Let's go.

Smells good. Hey-hey,
look at that chow.

Hey, stew!

Uh, you can take
this bunk right here.

All right. You can come on over
and, uh, meet some of the other hands.

I, uh, thought I'd unpack first.

You take time to unpack, you
won't be gettin' much to eat.

Yeah, your stomach could
probably use a little food, huh? Ooh.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I, uh, bow to your
superior knowledge.

Uh, men, this is Scott
Austin. He just signed on.

Hi, Scott. Hi, Scott. Gentlemen.

Gentlemen. Sit down, Scott.

Oh.

Thanks.

No, that's all right.

I, uh, thought maybe
you didn't get enough.

Well, live and learn. I... I gather I
was supposed to pass the beans.

If you'll excuse me.

Morgan, you didn't have
to do that.

Look, Trampas.
I did the kid a favor.

Somebody else might've
dumped 'em on his head.

I, uh, figured these won't
show the food stains as much.

Well, no reason they should,
now that you learned the ropes.

I suppose there isn't a good,
um, restaurant nearby, is there?

No, I'm afraid not.

Uh, we're gonna put up a fence down
past the corral. You're workin' with us.

- Doing what?
- Oh, whatever needs doin'.

Look. I think it's only fair
to tell you...

I'm not very handy
at manual labor.

In other words,
you go on ahead...

and forget all about this
character-building stuff, all right?

Suit yourself.

Hello. Hello.

You're Scott, aren't you?

Well, obviously
everybody knows who I am.

And you're Elizabeth.

My uncle told me about you
before he left. Well, did he now?

I think it's most admirable.

What?

Well, it's not as though
you had to work.

But to want to...

To want to spend the summer out
here in... instead of traveling in Europe.

I see.

Well, as a matter of fact, spending
a summer here might be delightful.

You see, but modesty demands
that I don't take credit for the idea.

In fact, this is the last place in the
world that I wanted to spend the summer.

But I thought... You thought what
your sly old uncle wanted you to think.

Now this might be
difficult to believe, but, uh,

I'm no cowhand,
nor a fence post digger.

However, if you should
need a... a first-rate poet...

or a gentleman drinker,

somebody to quote you Greek or Latin
literature right from the mother tongue,

well, I'm at your service
and quite skilled, I might add.

Thank you. Do you ride?

Well, if that's an invitation
to go riding with you, I accept.

All right. We'll ride
together sometime.

Well, how about
tomorrow morning, early?

- That'd be fun.
- Good.

Say, uh, where's Trampas?

He's out there somewhere
digging holes.

Well, if, uh, he's out there
somewhere diggin' holes,

why aren't you out there
somewhere helpin' him?

Friend, do I look
like a hole digger?

You do now.

That was a mistake.
That was just a start.

Oh. Might makes right, huh?

The strong shall flourish,
and the weak shall all bow down.

No, not quite like that.

More like... workers eat,
loafers go hungry.

Take your choice. This isn't a
prison! I could just ride out, you know.

You could, but you won't.

It'd take some courage to walk out
on a half-a-million-dollar inheritance.

Well.

I see you've done your homework.
What else do you know about me?

More than I want to.

Now you're gonna dig
some postholes. Get movin'.

Yes, sir, professor.

Howdy. Howdy.

Comin' into town? No, I've
got too much paperwork to do.

I wish Grainger would get back.

Maybe that's why he's
stayin' away. Maybe.

How'd Scott do today after he finally
got started? Well, he did his share.

Sure doesn't make himself
easy to like.

It's almost like he's goin' out of
his way to make you dislike him.

How's he getting along
with the other hands?

Outside of Morgan
givin' him a bad time,

the rest of the men don't pay much
attention to him one way or another.

Well, as long
as we're stuck with him...

What do you mean, "we"?
You hired him.

I mean you and me.

Now wait a minute.
No, he's your problem.

You're the foreman.
I'm just a hired hand.

Well, now, you'd like to be a
foreman someday, wouldn't you?

Well... One of the first
things you've got to learn...

is that a good foreman knows
how to delegate responsibility.

Just like I'm doing now.

Think you're pretty tricky,
don't you?

- Do the best you can with him.
- Buy him a drink or somethin'.

It's gonna be a long
summer. That it is. That it is.

Phew! You know, this cologne
of yours smells like horse liniment.

It is.

Um, how about ridin'
into town with me?

Nothin' like a nice cold beer
to help those aches and pains.

Well, that's, uh, right neighborly
of you, pardner, but, uh,

I think
I'll ride in later, thanks.

Howdy. How do you feel?

I'll survive.

That bad, huh?

Nothing I can't take
for a few weeks...

till my father and
Mr. Grainger give up on me.

I think they kinda hoped
you'd like it here.

Look. I grew up in Boston.
I was educated in Europe,

and I've spent time
in Rome, Paris, London,

Vienna... all cities of culture
and refinement.

Now, what makes them think
that I'll like it here?

Well,

I think you dislike it for
a different reason. Oh?

- I think you're a little scared.
- Why?

Because I didn't choose to
engage in a fistfight at lunch...

with that stupid cowboy?

You think I'm a
coward? Is that it? No.

That's not it.

From what I know of your father,

he got everything he has
the hard way.

And I think he may have given too
much of it to you on a silver platter.

The word you're looking for
is "spoiled".

No. I'll still settle
for "scared."

Because you know that sooner or later
he's gonna ask you to step into his shoes,

and you're afraid
you won't measure up.

So you choose not to try.

Because you know if
you don't try, you can't fail.

That's, uh, quite
an interesting analysis.

The only trouble with it is,
it doesn't happen to be true.

I think it is.

Yeah, well, I, uh...
I appreciate your concern,

but quite frankly, I don't care what
you think... you or anybody else.

And now, if...
If you'll excuse me,

I think I'll get rid of some
of this fine Wyoming soil.

Well, that got some of
the dust outta my throat.

Now let's finish the job.

Well, look who just got here...
Ol' Fancy Pants himself.

Ooh, I see he's too good
to drink with us.

Well, nothin' in the rule
book says he has to.

Why'd the foreman hire a fellow
like him? Why don't you ask him?

You, uh... You got
room for one more?

Well, if you've got the
money, we've got the room.

Hi, Minnie.

Don't tell me you're buying.

Well, I got a better idea.

I thought you would. Forget it.

You see that guy over
there in the brown jacket?

Mm-hmm.

I'll open for a dollar.

All right. I'll see your
dollar, and I'll up it five.

I'll call you.

Hey, buy me a drink for luck.

Not now. Aw, come on.

- Look, I'm busy.
- Too rich for my blood.

Hey, you're cute. Anybody ever
tell you that? Please, do you mind?

Hey! Oh! Oh. Sorry.

Oh. Is that the way you
were taught to treat a lady?

I thought you told me
he was a big spender.

If you wanna fight,
try pickin' on a man.

Look, I don't want to fight. I
simply wanna play a little poker.

Why, he's as cheap
as he is yellow.

Come on, Minnie.
I'll buy you a drink.

I believe it was my play.

Two cards.

Good morning. You're up
bright and early this morning.

Well, why not? It's a
beautiful morning. It sure is.

Have you seen Scott around?

From what I understand, he didn't
get back from town last night. Why?

Nothing.

Hey, sweet one.

You know I brought you
something, don't you?

Oh, cut it out. Stay still.

Come on.

Come on, there. Oh, no.

Oh, you're so spoiled.

You are spoiled.

And according to general
opinion, that makes two of us.

I was beginning to think
you'd forgotten.

I never forget a date
with a beautiful woman.

Are you sure
you still want to go?

Oh, now don't let this slightly
rumpled appearance fool you.

Under these wrinkles,
a man of impeccable

sartorial splendor is
just aching to get out.

Isn't he a beauty? Yeah.

Is he yours? Yes.

He's a thoroughbred.

When he's old enough,
I intend to race him.

Hmm. Lucky horse.

- Well, how about our ride?
- Right.

This is one
of my favorite spots.

What's out there,
past the horizon?

I've never been there, but they
say it's badlands... miles of them.

You can't see them from here.

- Well, what's beyond that?
- Oh, mountains.

Beautiful green mountains...

with streams and springs...
Just go on and on and on.

You know, I think you're a
half poet and half romantic.

- What's wrong with that?
- Nothing, for you.

You said you were a poet...
A first-rate poet.

I'm also a first-rate liar.

Shouldn't believe a word I say.

In fact, lying's about the
only thing I'm first-rate at.

- I don't believe that.
- You could ask my father.

Of course, I don't think
I've done one single thing...

in my entire life
that he's approved of.

- Why?
- Well, you see,

he got everything the hard way,
as they say.

He fought, scratched,
probably killed...

to make the name Tom Austin
mean something.

But can he read Greek or Latin?

No.

No, and he doesn't understand
anybody who can.

You know, that's the real reason
I'm out here.

He was hoping your uncle could
knock some of the education out of me...

and what he calls "manhood" in.

In a minute, I'll have you gnashing your
teeth and wailing if you don't watch it.

What about you, Scott?

What do you mean?

You said you'd never done
anything he'd approved of.

Have you done things
that you've approved of?

Well, if I... said I did,
would you believe me?

Yes.

Well, don't, 'cause I haven't.

My trouble is people.

I don't trust them,
and they don't trust me.

So be it.

I trust you.

Then what do I care
about the rest of the world?

Come on. We'd better get back.

Good morning.

Mr. Grainger asked me
to make a special effort.

I'm gonna give you
another chance.

Well, you're, uh, stepping
out of character aren't you, sir?

Maybe, but I kinda think
it's worth it.

Why don't you give it up...
Send me home as a bad job?

You make it sound temptin', but
I don't give up as easy as you do.

Well, uh, you haven't had
as much practice.

Now look.

Right now, I want you to take
all these corral horses,

herd 'em up the road.

You'll come to a canyon on
your right. Turn 'em in there.

There's a spring.

Let 'em graze
the rest of the day.

Yes, boss. And watch 'em.

There's swamp at the far end.

All right,
you spavined critters,

get ready for the big roundup.

- Hey, what are you doin' here?
- You lookin' for some sugar?

Come on. Come on. Get away.

Go on. Let me rest.

Whoa, boy.

Oh!

Whoa, boy.

Whoa. Whoa.

Yeah. Come on.

Ho! Hah!

Easy, boy. Whoa.

Whoa. Easy.
Whoa, boy. I'm comin'.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

I'm comin'.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

Whoa, boy.

I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Whoa, boy.

Oh!

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

Yeah, I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Whoa...

Whoa, boy.

I'll get some help.

It was her colt.

It was Elizabeth's colt.

Are you sure he couldn't have gotten
out of it by himself and just run away?

Nope.

I'm afraid not.

Wh-Where's Scott?
We left him out there.

He feels pretty badly about it.

There's no need
for any special kindness.

I, uh, came to see Elizabeth.

I know how you feel.

You don't have to tell me.

You don't know at all.

I don't blame you. I heard
how you tried to save his life.

You don't know.

You don't understand
at all, do you?

Understand what? That
they were right about me.

Did you know that?
They were right!

Scott, who?

My father, the foreman...
Everybody!

You were the one who was wrong.
You were wrong, Elizabeth.

Scott... You trusted me!

You said that.

Well,

your colt was with the other
horses that I took to the canyon.

The foreman warned me.

He told me
to keep an eye out for him.

He told me
there was a swamp nearby.

Scott... Listen to me!

So I... I took them.

He even came lookin'
for some sugar.

I-I was tired from...

I'd been up all night gambling.

So I slept.

You trusted me,
so I went to sleep!

I killed your colt just as if I'd taken a
gun and shot him right through the head!

Scott... No, no, no, no!

Hey, where's
your smirk today, kid?

How'd you get so dirty?
Been playin' in the pigpen?

I know you didn't
get it workin'.

I don't hear no answer.
Speak up!

You're a stupid ox, Morgan.
Why don't you shut up?

Been waitin' for this
for a long time.

Hey, fellas, come on out
and look at this.

This the way you
do it? You saw it.

Like that, huh? Yeah.

Watch out.

Ooh.

Fight's out there. All
right, who's doin' this, huh?

Hey, kid.

- Have you had enough, kid?
- Of what?

Yeah. Ooh-hoo. Look at that one.

Now have you had enough, kid?

Yeah. He's had enough now.

All right, boys, get
back to work. Come on.

You see me in the office in a couple
of minutes. You can draw your pay.

Come on. You gotta be kidding.
You're not gonna fire me just because of...

That's right.

Any more questions?

Uh, you were, uh, doin' pretty
well there till you ran outta steam.

What, uh... What started it?

I'll write you a book
about it someday:

How to Win Fame and Manhood
in the Wild West.

Come on.
You better get cleaned up.

Good morning. Good morning, Liz.

Hello, Liz.

What's wrong? Well, we
found this on Scott's bunk.

Wondered if you knew
anything about it.

"I've caused
enough trouble at Shiloh.

"Thanks for trying,
but you never had a chance.

Do both of us a favor and
don't try and follow me. Scott."

When did he leave?

Sometime during the
night. No one heard him go.

But that's terrible.

He probably felt so bad about
the colt that he couldn't face us.

Well, Liz, he wasn't exactly
enjoying himself before that happened.

You're going out
after him, aren't you?

Well, I can't hog-tie him.

But you could try
to persuade him.

Tell him we want him to stay. Liz,
we don't even know where he's headed.

That's what
I wanted to ask you about.

Did he say anything yesterday
after I left here...

that might give us a clue
as to which way he was goin'?

No.

If he'd mentioned leaving, I
would have tried to talk him out of it.

I know he felt bad
about what he'd done...

Wait a minute.
When we went out riding,

he asked what was beyond
the next range of hills.

- When you went out riding? When was that?
- Yesterday morning, early.

Where'd you go? Out
toward Lookout Point.

There's nothing out
there but desert beyond that.

That's what I told him.

Why would he head there?

That might be just the
place he would head.

He's carryin' a big load
of guilt on both shoulders.

He might just try to pick out the
toughest route he could find for himself.

There's a lot of "if's"
in that diagnosis.

You got any better ideas? Ye...

No. Well, yeah.

It's just as possible that he went
to town to catch the first train east.

All right. You go into Medicine Bow
and check with the station master.

I'll head west and see if I
can pick up his trail. Yo.

Good luck.

Howdy.

Where'd you figure
on refillin' that?

You read my note,
didn't ya? I read it.

It said very clearly
not to follow me.

Well, I take my orders
from Mr. Grainger.

He, uh... He made me
responsible for you.

Did it ever occur to you that
I could take care of myself?

About that water... I intend to get
some more when I reach the mountains.

Huh. The mountains are west.

You've been headin'
south since sundown.

I thought you might need
an extra one.

Well, that makes it
a perfect score.

I can't even make
a success of leaving.

Leaving or running away?

Ah, what difference
does it make?

You leave in the daytime.
You run away at night.

Ah, have it your way.

My way is we head
back in the morning.

Well, uh, what if I said
I wouldn't go back with you?

What would you do about that?
You know the answer to that.

Why? I've messed
everything up. What's the

point in going back and
messing it up some more?

I don't think you
have it quite straight.

I'm takin' you back because
you won't make it this way.

You'll only end up as a supper
for a bunch of hungry vultures.

We get back to Shiloh and
you're pointed in the right direction,

you're free as a bird.

Well, at least
you're honest about it.

No sympathy, no sermons.
Strictly business.

I figure you feel sorry enough
for yourself for both of us.

Well, got some beans
in my saddlebag.

Gotta keep up our strength.
We've got a long ride ahead of us.

Hey. Hey, wake up. Mmm?

- Hey, the horses are gone.
- What?

They're gone!
Now wh-what are we gonna do?

Start walkin', I guess.

How long do you think
it'll take us to get back?

Twice as long
as it took us to ride in.

Least we'll be goin' in a
straight line. That'll help some.

Take a breather.

Oh...
I'm not in condition for this.

You will be by the time
we get back to Shiloh.

You look like you're enjoying
it. Take it easy with that!

It's a long way
to the next water hole.

That's all right. If I run out again,
you'll give me some of yours.

What makes you so sure of that?

'Cause, uh, you're responsible
for me. Said so yourself.

Let's go.

Hey, uh, what are those
mountains over there?

The ones you were tryin' to
find. They don't look so far away.

How long can a man stay alive out there
without water? Huh? One day, maybe two.

There's no water for 50
miles once you get out there.

- Watch yourself. This stuff can be...
- Hey, watch out!

Look, I'm-I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...

Here. Wait, wait.

What's the matter?

It's my knee.

Well, here.

Can you walk on it? I don't
know. Help me up... slow.

We'll find out.

Let me... try a step.

Not a chance.

Well, let's go over
here. All right.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, you'll have to go the rest of the
way alone, bring somebody back for me.

Well, I didn't do a very
good job of gettin' out here.

What makes you think I'm
gonna do any better gettin' back?

You got a better idea?

Won't they come lookin' for you if
you don't come back pretty soon?

Maybe, maybe not. But even if
they do, our trail's wiped out by now.

They could wander around out
here for a week and not find us.

Well, I... I'd rather take that chance
than try to make it back on foot alone.

Now don't forget, you'd be
just as bad off as I would...

if I got out there and started
walkin' around in circles again.

All right.

Here. See if you can find a couple
of branches I can use for crutches.

Oh, boy.

Oh, here.

I guess it serves me right.

What do you mean?

Well, those horses didn't
just get away last night.

I turned 'em loose
and ran 'em off.

- You did what?
- I turned 'em loose.

Well, why'd you do that?

I thought it might be good
for you to sweat a little bit.

I think the expression they usually
use is "make a man out of you."

I wasn't that optimistic.

Thought it was time you were faced with
somethin' you couldn't run away from...

or buy your way out of.

Do you mean to tell me that you'd
make yourself walk back and...

sacrifice your horse
just to teach me a lesson?

I'm not sacrificin' my horse
or anybody else's!

They're on Shiloh range right now
eatin' their bellyful of green grass.

- That still leaves you on foot.
- Yeah, that's right.

But I thought I'd have
the use of both of 'em.

Boy, you must really hate me.

- Is that why you think I did it?
- You said so yourself.

You wanted to see me
sweat a little.

Thought if you made somethin'
the hard way for once in your life,

you might develop
a little pride in yourself.

They should've been back by now.

- And you know it.
- You just don't want to admit it.

That's not so. Well,
then why aren't they back?

I don't know. A lot of things could've
happened. That's just what I'm afraid of.

You didn't let me finish. I said a lot
of things could happen to delay 'em,

but, uh, without it being
somethin' to worry about.

Like what? Uh, well,

like it took him longer to catch up
with Scott than he figured, and, uh...

He did have a big head start.
He didn't have that big a head start.

You... Will you quit interrupting
and let me finish?

All right. Good.
Now like I was sayin',

Scott was probably pretty tired
by the time he caught up with him,

and so, instead of hurryin'
back, they're takin' it easy.

Well, there's no sense
in wearin' out the horses.

There's a half a dozen good
reasons why they're not back yet.

In other words, you're not
gonna go out and look for him.

And have him skin
me alive, chasin' after

him like he's some
dude tenderfoot? Huh, no.

I wish Uncle Clay were
here. He'd say the same thing.

You know the foreman
can take care of himself.

All right. But you just remember...
I'll remember. Now look.

Why don't you go and relax and practice
your piano? I think it's outta tune.

I'll bet you they'll be back
before supper.

They'd better be.

All right,
give me the other one.

Hey, aren't you gonna
take the gun?

Get goin'. You know,
I'm gonna enjoy this.

Every step I take, I'm gonna be
thinkin' how much tougher it is for you.

Save your breath.
You're gonna need it.

What you stoppin'
for? I want a drink!

Well, go ahead. It's your water.

Trampas! Hey, Trampas!

Where'd you find 'em? I
found 'em out on the range.

All right, let's go.

Show me where it is. Come on.

This is where I found
the horses.

Scott? Hey, Scott!

Scott. Uh, get out of my
way. Get out of my way!

Take it easy, Scott. Take it
easy. I gotta... I gotta get back.

Let me get back. I gotta get...
I... I gotta get him back to Shiloh.

Scott. Scott, you're all right
now. Take it easy. Take it easy!

I-I gotta get back.

Get back. I gotta...
I gotta get...

- How is he?
- He's still breathin'.

- Get some water. Here now.
- I gotta get back.

That's all right. That's all right,
Scott. Take it easy. Take it easy.

Easy. Take it easy now.
Not too fast.

That's good. Not too fast.

Well, good-bye, Liz, and thanks
for puttin' up with me.

Let's not hear any more
of that kind of talk.

Well, all right. But I
was a pain in the neck,

and that's just a
simple statement of fact.

Well, maybe, at first, there
was a little room for improvement.

Well, that's putting it mildly,
Trampas... very mildly indeed.

And last but not least,
my favorite hiking companion.

Huh. Just talkin' about it
makes my feet hurt.

Well, keep a spare bunk for me,
will you? I may be back someday.

- I can always use a good hand.
- Like, uh, next summer maybe.

All aboard. Yep.

Oop, hold on, my friend.

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye. So long.

You know, uh,
I didn't want to say anything,

but, uh, all that
character-buildin' stuff...

about turnin' the horses loose back
there so Scott'd have to walk back...

Well, I think
you made that up...

so we wouldn't catch on that, uh,
you don't know how to tie up a horse.

Up, boy.

♪♪

Ho!